The Gruesome Woods of Grief, laying down flowers, the rise of dough and the sound of Solo

[Click the ads or I’m going to assume you’re a fiend who doesn’t wash their legs or their a** in the shower] TW: Death, Grief, Loss I can hear my heartbeat, thudding in my chest and I can’t differentiate whether it’s because I’m slightly unfit and ran to get my charger to type this or

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